#filris
STRONG MEDICINES AGAINST STUPID PRIDE, 15, 26/30
Samuel Gerrera, Northern Perimeter Reconnaissance Unit, sees the world beyond the Wall - for better and for worse.
“And this isn’t public knowledge because?” Filris enquired, catching both of them in a very pointed stare. “Galen told the Voice of the Nine Day Watch that this was a matter of preserving the integrity of the southern border by cooperating with Ancelstierre.”
Samuel snorted involuntarily. Raddus had a point about Galen being very good at proffering acceptable lies to officers.
“The risk to all three of us,” Lyra said. “Several people have tried to kill Galen and Jyn, I’ve been followed, there have been a few possible attempts - and the Wall isn’t exactly safe.”
Filris’ eyes moved to Samuel.
“I’d be lined up against a wall and shot as a spy,” Samuel said baldly. Lyra flinched, and he reached for her hand; she took his and squeezed it very tightly. “Look, ma’am, the army can’t find out I’m married. And I wouldn’t mind the Kingdom knowing, but I can’t bring carnage down on my men just because someone wants to get at Galen through me. I’d come home, but I swore oaths. There are men counting on me.”
“Hmm,” Filris said, and stared through the pair of them for a while. Then she smiled very slightly, and said: “Very well. I will treat this as privileged information. And I won’t contradict Galen’s outrageous fibs.”
